Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 180 Did This King Make You Mess?
Putting down the pen in his hand, Fan Qingtian rubbed his fingers, but did not answer Bu Hai's words.

Seeing this, Bu Hai quickly stepped forward to help Fan Qing squeeze his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, Mr. Du Qing's craftsmanship is better than that of the old slave. Why don't you advertise that Mr. Du Qing is here to serve you."

Seeing that Buhai strongly recommended Duanqing to see her, Fan Qingtian knew that Buhai might also be bought by Duanqing.

Of course, Bu Hai strongly recommends Satin to meet her face-to-face because of her premise, and Fan Qingtian will naturally not doubt Bu Hai's intentions.

Since Duanqing wanted to see her so much, Fan Qingtian thought that he had to ask whom Duanqing had begged for official positions over the years, and how many official positions his father Dun Yuting had sold.

Fan Qingtian wanted to ask Duan Yuting, who gave him the courage to sell his official position!
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Ask Duanqing to come in, this king wants to ask him something."

Hearing this, Bu Hai's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately, "I'm going now, old slave." Thinking that the king has not been served by anyone for so long, it is absolutely correct to let Duan Qing serve him.

Looking at Bu Hai's leaving back, Fan Qingtian shook his head slightly, and then his eyes fell on Ruanta.

In the same way, the sight of the god of death, who had made himself invisible, never left Fan Qingtian's body, and Fan Qingtian also always felt that there was something looking at him.

Taking a glance at the half of the things he had already dealt with, Fan Qingtian stood up from the front of the desk at this time, and walked slowly towards Ruanta.

Seeing the figure of Fan Qingtian walking towards him, the Grim Reaper still sat motionless on the soft bed, his dark eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Standing in front of Ruantao, Fan Qingtian frowned and stared at Ruantuo for a while, then gathered a ball of internal force in his hand, and suddenly swung out the internal force.

Outrageous internal force came out, and the blue ball of light ruthlessly bombarded the god of death sitting on the soft bed.

Seeing the attack coming, the God of Reaper who was invisible seemed indifferent. At the moment when the attack was about to meet God of Death, the figure of God of Reaper fell directly on the chair in front of the desk where Fan Qingtian was just sitting in a flash.

Her posture remained the same as before, and even her hair was never messy.

And that attack landed on the Ruanta, and immediately smashed the Ruanta into pieces.

At this time, Buhai walked in with Duanqing, and seeing Fan Qingtian directly bombarding the soft tower, Duanqing couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

Thinking in his heart, it can't be such a coincidence, the king is angry now, this, this is going to use him as a punching bag, no wonder the king will announce him to meet.

Duan Qing's agitated heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it, and he couldn't help but secretly prayed that the king would let him survive.

And Buhai didn't expect that Fan Qingtian would attack the soft collapse, and asked in surprise, "What's the matter, Your Majesty, what happened?"

The frowning brows returned to normal at this moment, a dark light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, then he turned around and replied calmly, "It's okay."

The moment Fan Qingtian turned around, Satin looked at Fan Qingtian in a daze.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian was wearing a white inner robe and a purple gold feather fur.

"Satin Qing, don't greet the king yet." Seeing Duan Qing who was in a daze, Bu Hai poked Duan Qing's waist and reminded immediately.

Bu Hai's words came into Duan Qing's ears, and Duan Qing came to his senses, and hurriedly half-kneeled on the ground and shouted, "Din Qing pays attention to the king, and the king is Ji'an."

Glancing at Satin who was kneeling on the ground, Fan Qingtian walked to the side coffee table and sat down, and said in a cold voice, "Get up."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, he didn't mean to be angry, and the panic in Duanqing's heart disappeared immediately.

Quickly getting up from the ground, Duanqing hurriedly walked towards Fan Qingtian, with a flattering smile on her face, and said softly in a coquettish voice, "Your Majesty, you really make Duanqing miss you... "

Bu Hai on the side slightly covered his lips, and then stepped back.

Sitting at the desk, the god of death frowned slightly, and his dark eyes revealed a look of interest in watching the show.

Hearing a big man act coquettishly like this, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but get goosebumps all over the floor.

Before Fan Qingtian could speak, Duanqing immediately went to the table and poured a glass of water for Fan Qingtian and handed it in front of Fan Qingtian, "Your Majesty, I heard that Eunuch Buhai said that you have been busy all day. Drink some water and rest."

Looking at the water that satin handed over, Fan Qingtian's eyes flickered slightly, and he was indeed a little thirsty, so he took it unceremoniously and took a sip.

Seeing Fan Qingtian obediently drinking the water he poured, Duan Qing was very happy at the moment, the king didn't seem angry at all.

At that moment, Duan Qing moved a little closer to Fan Qingtian, and said with a magnetic voice, "Your Majesty, you have been tired all day, and Duan Qing's heart aches. Comfortable, Your Majesty..."

An ambiguous breath permeated instantly, and satin lightly stretched out his hand towards the robe on Fan Qingtian's body.

Seeing that Satin Qing's hand was about to reach onto his clothes, a cold light flashed in Fan Qingtian's eyes, and then a burst of energy radiated from Fan Qingtian's body, causing Satin Qing to fly backwards. It slammed against the wall fiercely, and then the body stopped.

Immediately, Fan Qingtian said in a cold voice, "Did this king let you mess around?"

The breath in the air was tense instantly.

Pain spread all over the body, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Satin Qing's mouth. It hurts, but Satin Qing didn't dare to make a sound. She didn't expect that the king would attack him because of this.

Ignoring the pain on his body, Duan Qing staggered, and hurriedly walked up to Fan Qingtian again, knelt down immediately, with a panicked look on his face, but a voice full of concern, "Your Majesty, Duan Qing knows It's wrong, it's Duan Qing's mistake, you shouldn't try to get your hands on the king's body without the king's consent, Duan Qing is wrong, your majesty, you can hit me or scold me.

As long as the king doesn't get angry, the king will be angry, if the king is angry because of satin, satin is not at ease even if he dies, the king..."

It never occurred to me that Satin Qing didn't show pain after being attacked by himself, but said such words with such concern. You must know that Fan Qingtian's attack was not heavy, but it was enough to tear anyone's heart. Lung pain.

Eyes narrowed slightly, Fan Qingtian looked at Duan Qing, thinking in his heart, indeed Duan Qing is not a tolerant person, but a particularly tolerant person, no wonder he was able to get the same kind of support as Fan Qingtian in the past. pet.

(End of this chapter)